There was a mouth on me…licking my cunt…I know I shouldn’t use that word…I was a Scout and we didn’t talk that way but it was MY hot, wet cunt…and there was no other word for it…I lifted…my legs opened…my doctor was licking my cunt…I shook and shook again…I was lifting my bottom, her hands were lifting, her fingers spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my legs on her face. As I was being nuzzled and lapped, Phyllis broke our kiss and looked down at the events unfolding at my waist. I had been examined and couldn’t wait to be examined again. I was right to be “good” scared for an exam I would never forget. Only a few of us were brave and pantiless. “You wouldn’t need to do the casting couch thing, either,” I said. “Why aren’t you wearing panties,” she asked. Feeling her mouth on me and now my hand was down her legs to her soft cunt.
